~Maeve~
A nap, a long one is exactly what I had needed, what not with the cold and the temperature and the rejection. What is easier? To accept it and try to move on or simply pretend like it never happened. The nap I had just taken, feels like just a bit of both. When I roll over in the fluffy bed in Josh’s guest room, I am alone. The blinds are shut and from what little I can see through it with my crusty, heavy eyes it is well past the evening. I am sweating like a pig, the perspiration rolling from the nape of my neck, along the curve of my span and well past the waistband of my thin cotton shorts. The tank top is sticking to my upper body and the urge to rip it off my body is intense, but I resist given that being half-naked in my brother’s apartment where his girlfriend might or
